ABOUT THE MONSTER
After the mothership's horrible and spontaneous combustion,
I took up art, design, and miserably-attempted assimilation
into the human world.
Unable to shake certain tendencies, my work reminisces of a twisted, idyllic nostalgia for a version of reality which never happened.
The mimolette possesses a texture and shape not unlike the moon or a perhaps a melon, appearing juicy, vibrant, sweet.
But slice it open and take a bite, you'll find its taste is sharp. ♥
